In Praise of the Simple Life (No, this is not about Paris Hilton)

Today I am thinking about hedonism. A quote for your enjoyment: "I cannot praise a fugitive and clositered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat." I love that. I love it for its incredible grasp of the language, for its simple thought so elegantly put.

I also love it because I have determined that life is all about experience and getting to know things about yourself, mostly by doing things that you like. Without experience, technically there can be no life. But anyway, and more practically, I am beginning to feel a sort of fear about next year. I wrote a resume yesterday, and was shocked at what a loser I look like on paper. I can't write down that I have often considered the meaning of existence while laying in a pool of sunlight. I can't say that I have the ability to make one damn good pie crust. I can't write down all the things about me that make me me. And it makes me feel weird. Because any job that I can get with my resume, is probably not the job for me. It is weird. Is everyone so resistant to doing anything? I am starting to feel like the laziest person on earth. Seriously.

Maybe I should go to grad school...ugh.....

Morgan's Top Ten Feelings in the World, All Notably Different from any Work Experience
1. flannel sheets that have been washed a lot
2. the taste of chocolate covered strawberries
3. a sweater on a cold day
4. Sunday mornings
5. hot coffee
6. a warm bath
7. sex (keep in mind these are in no particular order)
8. the last day of exams
9. writing
10. loud music in the car

These are the things I love. Not going to work for the man. Sigh, sigh. I am a lazy, lazy, worthless person.